Damage Control
Description
Kim JiWon discovers that he is a father. It is abrupt, and puts him out on a limb, but he has no choice but to accept his responsibilities when the bundle of joy is left outside of his apartment door by the Mother so that she could run away and start over. JiWon is faced with a myriad of problems he didn’t even know existed - He is in a constant state of ‘IDEK’, and filled with a new sense of admiration for his own Mother, but that still doesn’t help him with the diaper changes, 3am feeds, choosing the right powdered milk, or understanding baby babble.
Thankfully, his neighbours are easily bribed despite having their own problems to deal with.
Damage Control
Raising kids is part joy, and part guerrilla warfare
Theme Song
Take Good Care of My Baby - Bobby Vee
&
Stand By Me - Ben .E. King
Genre
Father/Son Bonding, Comedy, Family, Drama, Angst, Occasional Crack, Romance
Characters
Kim JiWon, Kim HanBin, Kim JinHwan, Kim DongHyuk, Koo JunHoe, Song YunHyeong, Jung ChanWoo. [O.C’s] Shin KiSe & Ryu DaIn
Pairings
Jiwon/KiSe/YunHyeong & JunHoe/DaIn/JinHwan
Start Date
15th March 2015
End Date
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Warnings
Too dumb to live/too cute to live, Idols with babies cause all sorts of problems for readers. Swearing, ual Themes.
#yourenotevenmybias #idolsshouldneverhandlebabies #icantdothis #gohome-imnotdrunkenough #youaintevenmybabydaddy #whydoidothistomyself
Foreword
Nineteen year old Kim JiWon, was not prepared. He was not prepared for many things in life - if he was, he wouldn’t be him. But when he found out that he was a Father in the dead of the night, he was well and truly stumped.
How could it have happened?
Well, even he knew how it was possible, but still. He was still a kid himself. He had dreams of becoming part of something big, which was why he had moved to Korea in the first place. How was he supposed to raise a child by himself?
Dropping down onto the well-worn two seater sofa, JiWon rested his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his face in his hands manically. Taking a needed breath, he blinked a few times, but no magical cure-all for his predicament came to him in his greatest time of need.
Maybe it wasn’t even his. Maybe it was all a lie. Maybe it was a ploy to ruin him.
But then he looked at the child in the car seat at his feet, and he knew that there was no denying it. That chubby bundle with its eyes squeezed shut and delicate mouth open to show a toothless gurgle, was definitely his son alright.
Well, .
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